 Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson...  The Household Book of Poetry - Стр. 597авторы: Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - Страниц: 28Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Charles H. Sylvester - 1922 - Страниц: 538
...lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling—re j oicing—sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! What a clear little poem this is! From beginning to end there is scarcely a thing that needs to be... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1922 - Страниц: 910
...he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. ENDYMION THE rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - Страниц: 1920
...choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! 1840. Henry Wads-worth ;. i THE LAST LEAF I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again... | |
 | Howard Copeland Hill, Rollo La Verne Lyman - 1924 - Страниц: 560
...Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begun; Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! WALT WHITMAN I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - Страниц: 424
...choir, Arid it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave...anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE HARVEST MOON. PLEASING 't is, 0 modest Moon ! Now the night is at her noon,... | |
 | David Sinclair Burleson - 1925 - Страниц: 440
...voice, Singing in the village choir, It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave...anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE PUMPKIN O, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd... | |
 | Carlo Formichi - 1925 - Страниц: 518
...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought 1 II vecchio orologio sul pianerottolo della scala. L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit... | |
 | 1925 - Страниц: 208
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 | Richard Le Gallienne - 1925 - Страниц: 448
...— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! From "Tales of a Wayside Inn" PRELUDE A youth was there, of quiet ways, A student of old books and... | |
 | John Harrie Beveridge, Belle M. Ryan, William Dodge Lewis - 1926 - Страниц: 418
...needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the naming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed... | |
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